Snowglobe - Poem by Sylvia Thomas
into that tiny city,
with wooden dolls
and plastic trees.
Through the world of mindless friends,
and flightless wind
with silence so cold,
it's piercing from within.
With plastic snow
and never ending glitter that falls
from the rounded glass sky
that ends into nothingness.
you live in a world
that's pure, fantastic,
but, don't forget that
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